BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (106 page)

And now, that he'd spent time away from her, he knew now, that no one else would do. No one lit him as she did.

He didn't see the damage his thrill seeking did to her. All he knew was that, for some reason, it felt good to take her in hand after she went off on one. Just the thought of her sent his heart crazy! If she were there now, he would kick something off with her, he knew how - she was so easy to push over the edge. The thought had him getting hard. He dropped his tool feeling a bit crazy from the not knowing what was going on. Too much time was going by. He couldn't stand this not hearing from her. His thinking was going from one extreme to the other. From being sorry for the things he'd done, to being angry at her for daring to leave him like this! She after all, was the guilty one of being violent, hitting him. He hadn't made her that way. He hadn't installed those buttons on her, but since they were there, he couldn't help pushing them to get that bit of thrill he needed. If she were there now, he'd leave work, pretend sick, call her, and take her the way he needed to right now. She probably needed him as well, surely by now she did.

He tossed more of his tools in the box and took a walk on his lunch, heading out to his car. To his surprise, Omiyah was sitting there in her friends car, waiting for him. She was leaning over the seat, smiling up at him, "Brought you lunch!" She informed him with a hopeful look on her face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked standing looking at her in the car.

"Crystal back yet?" She asked.

"No, why?"

"Just wondering, don't you wanna see what I brought you?"

He stared at her a moment, then opened the door and got in. "What'd you bring?"

"A huge beef steak sandwhich, green peppers, dipped in Ajus sauce. I couldn't sleep, and - I knew you were working tonight, so - I just took a chance, got you this and came." She explained, staring at him, so much in love, she would do anything for him.

"Thanks, I'll enjoy that. That the only reason you came?" He asked suggestively.

"I came, for ... whatever you want, is there anything else, I can do, since I'm here?" She returned breathing deep.

"Yeah, pull this car around the other side of the building." He returned, his intent clear.

Heart pounding in her chest, Omiyah started the car without hesitation, making her way around to the side of the factory that was in the dark and out of sight of anyone who might be looking. A few moments later, she was on her knees in the front seat, hands gripping the door window, gasping to catch her breath, bracing herself from the pounding he was putting on her from the rear. Her eyes rolled up in her head from the pleasure of him screwing her the way she loved it most, his fingers stroking her as he slammed into her. Gritting her teeth, Omiyah prayed that Crystal would stay gone, because now - come hell or high water, she was going to get this man from her if it was the last thing she did. She knew what he needed, and she would do whatever it took to get him.

Victor closed his eyes and pretended that she was Crystal, he had needed this, otherwise, he didn't see how he could endure it much longer with her gone.

Madison, Wisconsin...

Margaret sat in her car a few moments staring at the dark house. It was a restless night for her, agonizing in fact. She had to go before the school board tomorrow and she wasn't sure how to get herself out of this situation. Part of her was angry with Derrick, but that part was weak. She'd heard that he was going out of town with his family, to visit his son at college. It was driving her crazy this distance he'd forced them to. Unable to sleep, unable to cope with what was happening, realizing they were gone, she'd gotten dressed in dark clothing, put her hair in a ponytail, and placed dark sunglasses on her face and drove herself to his home. She wasn't really breaking the restraining order he put on her because they were gone. It said not within so many yards of them, and yes - their home. But still, they weren't there, so it wasn't the same she reasoned.

She looked around the neighborhood, or mainly at his neighbors homes, all dark, quiet. She opened her car door and closed it back gently. She made her way to their home, walking around the house. Bold and determined, she went up the stairs to the side door and tried it, it was locked. "Dammit!" She muttered low, going down the stairs, she went around to the back of the house, looking over the yard and then to the basement windows. Tried them, they were locked. Looking around the yard, she found a large rock, brought it back, took her trainer jacket off, placed it against the window and then broke it with the rock, muffling the sound of the glass shattering. She slowly worked the pieces loose form the pane taking them out and out of her way. Once the window frame was clear, she wiggled her slender body in feet first, landing on a sofa.

She was in and smiled.

Taking her time, she stepped down from the sofa and made her way through the basement, careful where she stepped. She could see from the night lights above the counter in the small kitchenette in the basement. Walking to the refrigerator, she opened it to look inside. Turning her nose up at the foods she found there. Leftovers, Spanish style foods and condiments that you would find in the ethnic isles at the grocery stores. She opened things, sniffed them, and then, spit in a few of the items that were contained in the tupperware bowls. There were sodas, juice drinks, cheeses, cold cuts, the regular frige items. Standing with the door open, she made herself a sandwich from what she liked and put everything away. Walking towards the stairs with her sandwich in hand that she was eating, she made her way up into the main house. Meribel's decor style was bold and daring, which Margaret scoffed at. Eating her sandwich she inspected everything, shaking her head, checking to see how clean things were. As she surveyed their home, she stopped at their pictures, noticing the many on display. An idea came to her and she laid her sandwich down and started looking for photo albums. She found them in the bottom of the coffee table. There were five of them stacked up there, she took them into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door there, sat on the floor and started looking through them and found one of the albums full of pictures of Derrick. When he was really young, in college, in a football uniform, some of them he stood with persons she assumed was his family. Before long, she began taking from it, pictures that she liked most, moving the others over filling up the space so as to not be immediately missed. By the time she finished, she had eleven pictures of him that she simply loved. Happy to have them, she placed them on the kitchen table and then put the albums back where she found them. Finding her sandwich, she picked it up and started heading up the stairs. There were night lights along the hall so the house was not in complete blackness; therefore, there wasn't a need for her to turn on any lights. She went from one room to the other, looking for his room, the third door she opened, was the master bedroom. She immediately smiled, clapped in joy looking around. She went to the lamp in the room and clicked it on, and then started at the dresser, opening it to see all of Meribel's things were in every drawer. One of the bottom drawers held nice silkey lingerie, scarves and stockings.

Margaret smiled, turned with the drawer open, pulled down her pants, squatted over the drawer as if it were a toilet and urinated into it. She didn't empty her bladder in it, but let enough stream to soak the things on top, then cutting it off, she stood, and turned with her pants still down, and turned the top wet things over to the bottom of the drawer, trying to find dry things to put on top. Satisfied, she closed the drawer and inch walked to their bathroom, sat on their toilet and finished using it there. After wiping, she stood, pulled her pants back up and finished her tour of their room, finding Derrick's things. She found two pairs of his jockey shorts she liked, and set them aside to take. Two shirts of his, set aside to take. Socks, a jacket of his from the closet, and then through his colognes and after shaves, found her favorite of them to put with the rest. Knowing that she should leave now, she stood in their bedroom a moment more, then pushed her pants down once more, pulled what she assumed was his pillow from under the covers, folded it, mounted it and then masturbated on it until she was crying out from coming on it. Smiling, she stood, shook it back out, put it back under the covers, the side she used to mount and grind on, she turned upside down against the mattress and corrected the bed as if nothing had happened there.

Feeling much much better, she gathered her treasures, finished her sandwich and went back out the window she came in through.

Back in her car, she started it and drove off with a smile on her face, feeling as if she had Derrick himself in the vehicle with her.

L.A. next morning

Sylvia stood in the large picture window watching the kids, as Shawn sat at the breakfast bar, watching the morning breakfast show and news, eating his bowl of fruit for breakfast. Sylvia had just finished hers and was at the window once more, looking at the oceans and landscape, because she simply couldn't get enough of it, no matter what time of day it was. However, she couldn't help but noticed Crystal and Ben - more than anyone else out there. Watching them and how comfortable they were with one another. A bit too comfortable. She'd tried so hard to stay out of her daughter's business, to let her be, but she was worried about her. The fact that they were attracted to each other, was only too clear to see.

"Shawn..." She called out to him as she stood gazing at the two of them, then smiled at Darren, who was frolicking about bare butt naked - running and laughing after having lost his undies in the surf. Ben and Mundo were right there with him, cracking up laughing - she could see their teeth at the sight of him running naked on the beach.

Sylvia turned from the window to look at her husband whose eyes were glued to the screen while consuming his fruit and yogurt.

"Shawn!" She called him a second time, he looked at her then, his brows raised with the tip of his chin, his gesture of answering her. "I think you're going to have to talk to Crystal and Ben, I mean a really good talk."

His look was incredulous, "Why? About what?"

"Well, what do you think! Don't you think they're getting a bit too close with each other?"

"No." He answered simply.

"You don't think something might be developing a bit beyond a friendship?"

"I can only hope so." He replied to her shock.

"What?! You can only hope so? Why would you say that?" She came away from the window to ask, surprised by his comment.

"He's good for her."

"Excuse me, she's married - remember?!"

"Not after we get back, she'll be divorced and free! And he can fuck off for good!"

"Shawn! Divorced or not, she still loves him-..."

"Bull!"

"She does Shawn! She still loves him, and uh, let us not forget that he has two sons to raise!"

"Ben, Mundo and I will raise them - that's plenty, he can fuck off!"

Sylvia stood with her mouth dropped wide open in disbelief, then closing it went on to remind him, "Excuse me, surely this is not coming out of the man who was furious when he was cheated out of raising his own son! Don't you think he deserves the same courtesy - to raise his sons?!"

"So they can be worthless, spineless and good for shit, like him? No! Hell no."

"Shawn! Those boys have a father, and their father has a right to be in their lives and taking part in raising them. Furthermore, whether you like it or not, Crystal still cares a great deal for him, and I personally think that Ben is confusing matters."

"What do you have against Ben?" He asked accusingly.

"Oh no you did not say that to me? I - personally speaking, have nothing against Ben! And you know it Shawn, don't pull that crap with me! But I am concerned about Crystal getting in too deep to climb out, believe me I know how fast you damn McPherson's step in and blindside a woman!"

"You trying to say I blindsided you!?"

"Smacked my ass right off the road and rolled me into the ditch - yes you did! You all come on like a freakin' locomotive! All accept Derrick that is, he's the only normal one in the bunch!"

"Normal? Derrick normal? Oh what, you wishing you met him first?!"

"See, there you go again - there's one problem with that, he's happily married, Meribel remember? Ohhh, and let us not forget about the six kids in there, I think that kind of removes him from the category."

"Hmmm, so tell me, what if he were free, no Meribel, no kids, then what?"

"Shawn, let us not get sidetracked with nonsense! Okay? We are discussing Crystal and Ben! We are discussing the fact that she already has a husband. Her kids already have a father, and his name is Victor Prescott!"

"I don't like him, he's no fuckin' good for her! He can't make her happy, sonofabitch doesn't know his brain from the tip of his dick!"

"Shawn! You make one more vulgar derogative remark using that kind of language again and our discussion is through! I've told you before, do not talk to me like that! I am not Deidre, I ain't takin' that crap from you! You got away with that mess with her, but I ain't the one! Tell you that right now! And you know what, I know what the deal is with you, I got your number!"

Shawn, at that point sat on his stool, arms crossed over his broad chest, looking like Mr. Clean, big, thick arms and an obstinate look on his face, refusing to say another word. He didn't like Victor and her defending him was pissing him off. He thought he'd best just sit there and let her vent and keep his mouth shut to stay out of trouble with her.